October 2008
4 posts
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliot...
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The...
“To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were...”
– To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell
